The Tinker's Daughter
Mr. Gold looked up from the paperwork on his desk to see the slender smirking girl known as Tiffany Marie Chyme. Inwardly he rolled his eyes, he wished that it had been Emily… poor dear was home with the flu. Tiffany stared at him. Her blonde pixie cut framing her agreeably pretty face, yes like everyone in Storybrooke he saw as pleasing to the eye but those sweet looking pink lips said all kinds of things about everyone. Followed by the slate gray eyes with the smallest ring of green. He could see her judging him, and he was judging her as well. She wore green skinny jeans, yellow suspenders, a white dress shirt and a visibly black lace tank top underneath. She looked good, for a mechanic's daughter.
"Can I help you dearie?" he asked
"I'm looking for work. Got any?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact I do," he replied.
"What do you need?" she asked.
"A clerk if you'd like the nice title," he replied
"Okay, what will I do?" she asked
"I need a temp for Emily Glass, you will clean and help customers," he replied.
"Alright," she said.
"You start this afternoon Miss Chyme," he commanded looking back down to his papers. Suddenly feeling warm contact of Tiffany's lips on his cheek. Shock gathered in him, what was she doing? She let out a sigh and pulled away, grinning mischievously. Giggling at the stunned expression on his face. Walking out of his office turning back.
"See you in a few hours," she said.
Mr. Gold stared after her, feeling a lump of regret forming in his throat. What had he done? He just hired the town gossip and was going to have to spend time with the little bitch. It had been a while since he'd had a challenge. This might be fun.